Here, Fahai has already fled dozens of miles away.

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped, and there seemed to be a sense in the dark.

A wisp of love silk fluttered in mid-air, hovering above Fahai's head, refusing to disperse.

Fahai shook his head and said, "Evil fate, after all, I still can't hide it." ”

But this fateful thing cannot be forced, and it can only be taken one step at a time.

Red and pink skeletons, alluring white bones, but red dust, always hard to find.

It was midnight, the rain had stopped, and Fahai found a slightly dry woodland, cleaned up, and fell asleep.

I slept until the next morning, and when I looked up.

The wisp of love is still floating above his head.

Fahai can only turn a blind eye.

I found a water source and washed it carefully, took out a razor, and shaved the fine hair growing on my head.

Then he searched for the memories in his mind.

The first thing he had to know was where this was?

After thinking about it for a long time, I got nothing.

Another wry smile.

The previous Fahai was really a fool.

After three years of traveling, he didn't even ask about the road, but he was hungry all the way, hungry for a meal, fighting wherever he went, and subduing demons and eliminating demons all the way.

He also picks up barren mountains and mountains.

I don't even know where I'm going.

In desperation, I could only find a direction down the mountain and walk forward.

It wasn't until noon that I saw some farmland on both sides, presumably there was a village nearby.

Walking further, I saw an old man with white hair, hoeing in the field.

Fahai walked up and sang the Buddha's horn: "May I ask my husband, where is the boundary here?"

When the old man heard this, he raised his head, looked at it timidly, and replied: "I'm just a mountain man here, and I don't have any food, rice and noodles, so I treat my master badly." ”

Fahai said: "It's okay, I had a fast meal this morning, just to ask for directions, do you know where this is?"

"This place is called Shiquan Mountain. ”

Fahai asked, "Where is the boundary, and which state and which government know?"

The old man pointed to the bottom of the mountain, about dozens of miles away, there was a city, and said: "There is Pingshan, Xushui County, is this what you are asking?"

"Pingshan?

The old man replied casually: "Zhending Mansion, Hebei Province." ”

Fahai increased the amount with his hands.

This guy is really a fool.

After three years of traveling, he actually walked thousands of kilometers from Jiangsu to Hebei?

The key is to die or not, and go to the border of Song and Jin?

He cursed secretly in his heart, and then noticed something, and frowned slightly.

What is the knowledge of the old farmers in the countryside here?

Most of them don't know anything.

But can you accurately tell the name of the state capital?

"Dare to ask my uncle, how many years is it now?"

The old man also didn't want to think about it: "Xuanhe is more than half of the four years." ”

"Four years of Xuanhe?"

Fahai was even more surprised, and used his eyesight to take a closer look at the old man.

It's really human.

Could it be that some powerful monster can actually avoid his supernatural eyes?

Fahai's eyes turned cold: "Dare to ask the old man, why do you know so clearly?"

The old man noticed that something was wrong, so he offended the monk for some reason, and hurriedly knelt down in a panic: "Master is angry, Lao Yu is a military household under the Guangxin military system, and both children are serving in the army. ”

Fahai was stunned.

It makes sense.

quickly helped the old man up and apologized repeatedly.

The old man stood up, still afraid, and pointed to the bottom of the mountain and said, "Do you need to lead the way for the master?"

"No need, bother my husband, I'll rest here for a while. ”

After speaking, he found a stone and sat down, looking at the Pingchuan at the foot of the mountain, on the official road, there seemed to be a group of ragged homeless people, dragging their children and daughters, and staggering.

I couldn't help but let out an old-fashioned sigh.

"Troubled times, troubled times!"

This long sigh is not only the help of the monks, but also the sorrow of the prophetic consciousness of the travelers.

After the alliance of Tanyuan, Renzong succeeded to the throne and sealed Zen Taishan, and the subsequent emperors were all heavy on literature and light on martial arts, all day long in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poor and extravagant.

Five ghosts are in power, six thieves are in power, the government is in chaos, and the country is pouring out thousands of miles.

At this time, Xuanhe was four years old.

Fahai pinched his fingers, according to the Common Era, it should be 1122, which is the third year of the Maritime Alliance.

The Liao State was not destroyed, and the Jin State rose again.

The territory of the current Song Dynasty is full of Khitans, Hu people, Xi people, and Jin soldiers with bows and armor, who are rampant in the territory of the Song Dynasty, smashing and looting in broad daylight, killing people at every turn.

Poor people, old and weak women and children, as long as they are eunuchs and squires, as long as they do not like the eyes, they will be killed.

And Song Bing didn't dare to stop it at all.

As soon as the military disaster came, the man-made disaster came, the rogue raged, the powerful bandits from all walks of life rose up, the hungry corpses were lying on the ground, and the homeless people begged for their lives, which was simply miserable.

It's not far from the country of death.

Fahai overlooks the Dingzhou Mansion in front of him.

The city is better, there are two Buddhist temples in the town, and the daily chanting of sutras exceeds the soul.

Outside the city, it will be troublesome, but there will be demon fog in the dense forest, and there will be mass graves everywhere.

The old man was so frightened that he was afraid that the monk would kill people violently, so he shook the rope, took out half a piece of dry food from his arms, and handed it the stream water with a gourd: "Master, have you had lunch?"

Feeling the fear of his father-in-law, Fahai felt ashamed.

He took his dry food, but only the size of his fingers.

He said: "I have received your alms, then it is also fate, I am a monk, and I have no long things, so I will give you some blessings on behalf of my Buddha." ”

Hand luck Xuangong, press on the top of the old man.

The old man's eyes gradually became cloudy and looked drowsy.

After a while, he became more and more energetic, his back straightened, and the wrinkles on his face were like potholes that faded at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

His face was also flushed with a hint of blood.

The whole person instantly became ten years younger.

The old man was so excited that he couldn't speak, trembling and speechless, reciting the living Bodhisattva, threw himself on the ground and kowtowed nine times, tears were in his eyes.

Fahai helped the old man up: "Don't be excited, the monks are merciful, the old man, you have no bad karma, there is a trace of Buddha on the top of the mo, presumably there is a Buddhist shrine built at home, worshiped every day, then it should be reported today, I ask one more thing, are there any spider nests, large monsters, caves and the like around here?"

The old man even said yes, yes.

"There is a forest on this Shiquan Mountain, there are many wild willow trees growing in it, and the catkins are flying all year round. ”

Fahai nodded, and that was it.

What catkins are flying, it is clearly the secretion of spiders spinning silk, which is used to cover people's ears and eyes.

He was anxious to know the origin of the spider spirit's heel.

Find out which Bodhisattva you have sinned, and then apologize in front of the Buddha.

Completely put this on the road.

"It's okay, old man, can you get away with this matter?"

"Go away, go away. ”

The old man couldn't help but say, picked up the hoe and led the way in front.